Three Little Birds
The blue jay nests
In a far away tree
For he has no choice
But to disagree
He has done a bitter wrong
The mockingbird nests peacefully
In the garden,
where happiness grows
Where he is safe.
The finch nests in the nearby tree
a giving tree,
leaving her presents
And little surprises.
The finch admires the garden
Plenty of places to hide
And play
She admired the mockingbird
His kind tone
And the garden where he nests
There was a fire
In the garden
Where happiness grew
Where the mockingbird nested
And the finch would play
The fire burned for miles.
The tree was gone
And so was the garden
All that was left
Was the faraway tree
The faraway tree
Where the bluejay nested
That no bird admired
His tone was rough
His song never sweet
The only thing left
Was his faraway tree.
“Get out of my tree”
He said with a tone
A tone so awful the finch
Wanted to go home
The bluejay blamed the mockingbird
He started this all
But the mockingbird had done nothing at all
The mockingbird could not
His wings were cut
Unable to fly
Incapable of starting a fire which ruined it all
The old tree knew
Who started the flame
The Bluejay continued
Would not give up
Until the mockingbird
Was raided by death
The bluejay knew
It was a sin to kill a mockingbird.
The faraway tree had seen
What the blue jay had done
Indirectly killed the mockingbird.
He started the fire
to get his way
Prove him wrong
He wanted to say
The faraway tree knew
When he attacked
The innocent finch
The finch had done nothing
No wrong, no harm
But was a hurdle
To the bluejay
In proving his point.
He attacked the finch
Sharp blade at wing
Planning to murder the innocent thing
The tree saw this happening
Mid swing, he took out the bluejay
Before he could win.
The finch ran home
As fast as ever
But one thing she knew,
She’d broken a feather.
The tree escorted her
So that she’d get better.
The jay had gotten payback
Karma, not good
An innocent killed by the guilty
For a wrongly accused crime
Let the dead bury the dead this time.
Let the dead bury the dead.